Deep in the heart of the forest, far from the stone walls of the Ardennes castle, Nyler slept restlessly on her bed
Her closed eyes twitched as the nightmares plagued her sleep.
The warm cottage creaked gently as the violent winter winds brushed against the carved wood.
A single candlelight gleamed low on the wooden bedside shelf, the dancing flame trembled as if it, too, sensed the danger that crept through Nyler's dreams.
The vague dreams became clearer by the passing minutes and Nyler could see herself standing right in the middle of a large castle.
She hadn't been there before but she somehow knew she was in the Crimson Sky Packlands.
And she was in the demon king's dark castle
The sky above was bruised red and dark stormy clouds stirred up unnaturally as if it was preparing to flood the entire world itself.
